Black Is Still My Favorite Color

 
Here I am:
Around me, they’re all gathered -
All of my latter-day disciples.
Come and see me.

My hands were aching
Before they came to impale me,
But it’s my doing, not theirs.
Come and see me.

Just as I thought, the room is a smile
Of which I’m now in,
Because I beat Him to it.
Come and see me.

All that I’ve felt
Can be seen from my pen,
And you’ll have inked it all, every word.
Come and see me.

How you ever could have appreciated me
In such an unknown way;
So what else is new?
Come and see me.

She dashes in, in the Fall,
But in the summer it’s too late,
For I’ve already decided.
Come and see me.

So where have you been all of my life?
You son of a bitch!
I’ll still be waiting – where you can’t find me.
Now you can’t see me.